Chapter 168

March 25, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

After Meka told us all about her dancing date with Dad last night, we sent Cera and Brett to eat breakfast with the parents. Meka said that Dad was very patient with her in teaching her a couple of dances. He had sprung for a lovely gown that didn’t quite reach her knees and wasn’t at all tight so she could move well. Apparently, some boor had made a nasty comment about a middle-aged white guy with a young black chick, and Dad had embarrassed him by asking him if he’d be so kind to a dying friend as to fill in for him on his daughter’s dancing date. Meka said that it was so satisfying to see the bastard slink away and told us that Dad had earned a hot kiss with that action, which she gave him in the car when she asked him to park in front of the house for a few minutes. Apparently, the kiss lasted a while.

Her final comment was, “That was a simply wonderful date. It’s no wonder Sandy hung onto him if he was like that with her when they were dating. I intend to tell her about that.”

“You should. She’ll absolutely love the story.”

When our hit-and-run sex team returned, Cera reported, “We caught them perfectly, just sitting down to eat. Sandy was already seated, so Brett held his hand out to her. She took it and stood, then sat in his lap when he sat in her place. She immediately put her left hand in his lap and began playing with his cock. When Charlie sat, I pushed my way onto his lap. He wrapped his left arm around me and began gently playing with my left tittie. It was really nice. Carol made up extra plates for us, sharing their bacon, eggs, and toast breakfast.

“Sandy would kiss Brett hard every time he was between bites, but never quit fondling his cock. Once he was half-done with his plate, however, she stood, turned a bit, then straddled him on his chair, her feet on the floor, her left hand between them touching his cock.”

When she nodded at Brett, he took up the tale, “I just about lost it when she began moving my cock around so that the head ran along her lips. She moaned at that but kept swirling my cockhead along and between her lips. She never made a move to push it in at all, but she had my cockhead at her entrance for five minutes, after which I could not take it anymore and began cumming. As soon as she realized I was about to orgasm, she moved the head a bit up, then began tilting her pelvis up and down so that her lips ran along my head. I shot my load mostly onto her belly and mons.”

Cera took up the tale again, “I told Sandy that she was allowed to use her mouth to clean him up, and she immediately went to her knees on the floor and vacuumed most of his cock into her mouth, and that became all of it once his erection wilted.”

Brett added, “She was really careful with the head at first when it was sensitive, but when it began feeling good again, she began running her tongue on the underside and I was surprised when she had me fully hard no more than five minutes after I’d cum.

“I encouraged her onto my lap sitting facing away so she could eat her breakfast. While she did, I fondled her breasts and kissed her neck and shoulders. She found it difficult to eat, but she eventually ate half her breakfast. I then got her to stand and put her hands on the table and did what Liya suggested, standing behind her and sawing my cock between her legs. She quickly put her left hand down there to pull it fully up so I was running between her lips, as she had her hips cocked just right to do that. She pulled up fairly hard on my cock so that the head would run heavily between her inner lips but not enough to push it into her canal. Goddess, did that ever feel wonderful! You were right, Beth. Even though I haven’t been inside her, she really knows what she’s doing. She knew exactly how much pressure to put on the underside to make for the perfect compromise. I can usually hold out pretty long after I cum, but she had me shooting onto the floor in no more than five minutes of starting that.”

Cera explained, “While all that was going on, Charlie had eaten most of his breakfast and had turned me around straddling him. He variably kissed me hard and scrunched down to suck my nipples. After a few minutes of that, he did with me something like what Sandy had done with Brett, moving me back and forth so the shaft of his cock was between my inner lips. He never put the head near there, and I’m glad of that, ‘cause I was so turned on at that point I might have sat on that thing and gotten it inside me. However, he was also fingering my clit, and he gave me a great orgasm.

“I decided to pay that forward, so after Sandy had gotten Brett off the second time, I had her sit on her chair while I knelt in front of her and licked her to orgasm. She was so excited that it didn’t take long at all. Then Carol, with a smile on her face, said, ‘I want to be punished.’”

We had the two of them shower, and we watched through the glass walls when they dropped onto the floor in 69 and ate each other to orgasms.

After they’d rinsed off again, they stepped out and Cera exclaimed, “We need to do more of that! It was so freaking good!”

Gracey said, “Yes, I think it’s time. Next weekend, we should put Brett on his back and have each of us cycle through, say, one-minute shifts of 69 with him. I wonder how many times we could make him cum.”

The cousins shouted, “Oh, Goddess!”

The drive to Taylor Cascade Park got us out of the lowlands, so we had prepared for cooler weather, as it was still in the upper 50s there when we arrived in late morning; it was supposed to get to the mid-60s. With it being a nice-weather Sunday, there were quite a few people in the park, so we chose to take the steeper trail that debouched above the falls and supposedly provided an interesting view of it. While the elevation was a negative for our breathing, even Brit now had good wind. We also didn’t race up the trail, so Brit was breathing only somewhat heavily.

“Goddess, thank you all for convincing me not only to join the team last fall but also to keep up our wind over winter. There is absolutely no freaking way I could have gotten here and seen this spectacular view this time last year. Meka, I think I want more. I want to be in better shape and have even better wind. I want ... to have a hard body. I know that takes effort and focus, but I believe I can do it. I don’t want to run marathons. I don’t want to compete in lifting. I just want to be a better me than I am. Can you help me?”

“Yes, I can, but if you bitch at me even once, I won’t. Remember, maintenance is easier. The bitch is getting there.”

Brit took two long, heavy breaths, then said, “I want it, Master.”

“You’ll do whatever I tell you to do until you get there?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Without complaining?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Without giving me the hairy eyeball?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then strip to your skin. Now.”

“Yes, Master.”

Brit was completely out of her clothes in under a minute.

Meka ordered, “Run up the trail 500 paces, which is 1000 steps, then return, but be particularly careful on the way down. I suggest trying to put your footfalls on dirt or flat rocks. Your feet are not prepared for anything else. Ignore anyone you might encounter on the trail.”

While we studied the scenery, I’m sure others, like me, were worried about Brit. However, 20 minutes later, she was back, apparently not having fallen even once.

Meka said, “Twenty minutes, eight seconds.”

“I’m sure I could do that more rapidly, Master, but you were right about my feet.”

“You did fine, Brit, My Love.”

“You ... y-you really love me? Are you in love with me?”

“Yes and yes, and that was true at home this morning, yesterday, two weeks ago, even more than a month ago. You’ve impressed me, Padawan. You’ve trimmed down and removed most of the shell you were in when I met you. You also don’t seem to realize that you’re not all that far from the hard body you seem to want. Oh, it’s still a lot of work, but you’re not that far from your new goal ... so long as you can do the same run and be back in 16 minutes or less.”

Brit didn’t hesitate, immediately heading back up the trail.

Once she was well away, Meka quietly said, “Let’s all be naked by the time she returns, and I would not be surprised if she makes my suggested time.”

Heather was on her way to nudity before Meka finished talking.

When Brit saw us, she panted, “I freaking love you guys,” then went among us and gave us each a short, but serious kiss. After she had kissed each of us, she asked, “What was my time?”

Meka showed Brit her watch.

“Damn. So close. Master, may I try again?”

After Brit fully had her wind back, Meka stared at her for quite some time, then said, “Ready?” She waited for a bit after Brit nodded, then said, “Go.”

Shortly after she had departed, we began hearing people on the trail below us, so we re-clothed ourselves.

When they arrived at our lookout, Meka began talking to the college-aged couple, a thin brunette and a slightly stocky blond guy.

When the woman asked about the clothes on the ground, Meka answered, “I’m training a young woman who wants to be a hard body. She didn’t make the time I wanted from her running up that trail a ways and returning. She was close, though, and she thought the weight of her clothes might make the difference. Might I ask a favor of you?”

“Umm, you can ask.”

“When she returns, we’ll be heading back down the hill. Would you please head up the trail a bit in a few minutes? I assume you came up here for this lookout. We’ll leave you to it once she returns. However, part of the test she doesn’t know about is her ability to ignore distractions in order to make the target time. Hopefully, she’ll think to request passage past you rather than give up any chance to meet the target. I’d appreciate it if you could simply let her pass, then give us ten minutes to leave this overlook to you.”

The guy said, “I did steeplechase in high school, and I understand completely. Honey, this is not outside the scope of training for something like that, although we never had precisely this sort of test. Do you mind if we fulfill their request?”

“Not at all. I’m all for young women testing themselves to prove their capabilities. Is she cute?”

That question surprised all of us, but Heather responded, “She’s actually quite pretty and already has a lovely body, she’s simply trying for a bit better.”

“Oh. Then I’ll make sure Ross will treat her with respect, not that he’d openly leer at her, anyway.” She glanced around at us and added, “You all look quite fit.”

Heather answered, “Many of us play soccer and were on what was, essentially, the runner-up in the state high-school competition last fall.”

“Now I recognize you,” the guy apparently named Ross said who was looking at Meka. “You’re the two-time first-team All-state center back. You guys knocked my little sister’s team out of the competition the same day you gave Delta-North a true fight, the only one they had all season.”

We chatted about soccer for another couple of minutes, then Meka asked them nicely, “Would you please start up the trail now to give Brit her test?”

“Sure. Come on, Hon.”

A few minutes later, we heard a loud, “Coming through,” which caused us all to smile at each other. That was almost immediately followed by, “Good luck, Brit!”

About a half-minute later, Brit arrived panting.

Amidst pants, Brit asked, “Who were those guys and how did they know my name?”

Celeste told the story, which had Brit shaking her head saying, “Freaking small world.”

She then looked beseechingly at Meka, who was wearing a neutral mien but held the watch up for all to see.

“YESSSS!”

The watch read “15:54.”

Brit was walking a tight circle around the overlook, her hands locked on the back of her head, her elbows out like wings, a posture that helps to expand the lungs, in order to get her breath back, when Ross and his girlfriend returned.

The woman said, “Oh. I didn’t think you’d still be naked here, Brit.”

Brit continued her circling, but answered, “That’s okay. I’m used to nudity. These girls, including the boy, are all of my best friends. I need to keep walking so my muscles don’t cramp and I’m trying to get my lungs to work again, hence the odd posture.”

“I know about those things, as my guy, here, is a runner. The only thing weird for me here is your lack of clothing. You’re lovely, and I suspect I might get some special loving tonight with images of you running around in his head.”

That caused a hitch in both Brit’s breathing and walking.

The woman asked, “You don’t see yourself as lovely?”

Brit resumed her circling and breathing and answered, “No, but six months ago I was at least 15 pounds overweight and had a poor self-image. These friends have been working on both. I now think of myself as attractive ... but not as lovely, despite what my friends tell me.”

The woman said, “You’re certainly lovely, and I’m a bit jealous of ... most of you.”

Brit asked, as she passed her in another circle, “Are you happy?”

That surprised the woman, but she responded, “For the most part.”

“Then you’re better off than quite a lot of girls prettier than you.” As Brit stopped her circling in front of the couple, she added, “Happiness is an underappreciated appearance feature. You look happy, and I think you’re quite attractive. One of the reasons, and it’s one of the more important reasons, I may look pretty, is that I’m happier than I’ve ever been thanks to these friends, and I think it shows in my appearance, making me look prettier than I might actually be. The fact that I’m happy greatly increases my self-confidence, and that’s another unheralded attractiveness feature. Six months ago, I was almost a ghost, I was so unhappy with so little confidence. Now, I’m naked in front of people I don’t know in a public park in which more people could come by at any time. I’ve just passed what for me was a very difficult test, and I’m on something of an endorphin high. I feel like I’m glowing, and that is another attractiveness feature. Ergo, I’m apparently quite pretty, and that feeds back into my confidence and happiness. My life is incredibly wonderful right now, and I could almost not care less if a hiking club arrived at this outlook in the next two minutes. So, I think I’ll get dressed. It’s been nice talking with you.”

The woman stared at Brit with a mien of incredulity as Brit donned her clothes. The guy just stared at Brit. Once Brit had her socks and shoes on, we bid the couple adieu and headed back down the trail.

After we got around two big bends and were back deep in the forest, Cera hugged Brit with passion and said, “You’re amazing, My Love!”

“Oh, god, that was nerve-wracking.”

Andy responded, “You didn’t show a single nerve back there. If you were nervous, you truly covered it well. And you were beautiful standing there explaining the facts of life to that woman.”

“Meka, I know you made me strip just to test my conviction. However, I think that sort of thing is good for me, even if it doesn’t help remove an extra pound or two. Please keep giving me any commands you think necessary to test my conviction to lose that weight, to tighten my body.”

Meka replied, “Good. It’s good that you understand why I gave you that command, and it’s even better that you complied immediately. Do you know why?”

Brit nodded and answered, “Just because I may not know how something you’ll order me to do will get me to my goal doesn’t necessarily mean that it won’t.”

“Correct. Now, kiss me with passion.”

“Yes, Master.”

Again, she didn’t hesitate and did not step away from Meka for at least three minutes.